I held my sun glasses high on my forehead, entering seven eleven I could smell the high fashion lubricant mixed with cheap lavender candles sitting on the cashiers counter. "welcome" a tall man with a voice of a 12 year old going through puberty in a neon purple apron said. I waved, I walked through each aisle to see what can of diet coke i can 'borrow'.
Shit, they don't have any canned.
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I walked up to the counter with a cup filled with Coke zero, having an idea of seducing the ginger head man at the counter. how else was i supposed to pay for a drink that was $3.
"did you find everything okay?". I nodded, while i was handing him the drink i purposely touched his hand feeling his cold bones.
Looking up I gave him a smirk. He gave in. "we have canned Cokes in the back, if you would like I can give you a tour. My boss won't mind". I gave him my hand to lead me onto the back.
